“Raphie I’m cold…”

Mikey flung himself on the couch next to his enormous brother. Huffing in annoyance, Raph smooshed his hand into Mikey’s face. 

“Then get the blanket Shellhead,” he growled, gesturing at the ratty knitted blanket draped over the back of their pizza box couch. 

“Not exactly the ‘blanket’ I was looking for lover.”

Mikey raised his eyeridges suggestively, languidly stretching his body along the length of the couch, and gripping the hand that was previously squishing his face.

Raph raised an eyeridge. 

“You’re the best blanket a turtle in need could ask for Raphie!”

Batting his eyes furiously, Mikey pulled on Raph’s hand, attempting to drag the big turtle down. 

“No.”

Mikey’s face fell.

“Aw come on! When’s the last time you got any?” he asked indignantly. “Besides it’s freezing. We need to stick together for warmth!”

Raph snorted as he pulled his hand free. 

“Mikey that is the worst excuse ya eva made,” he said. 

“But Raph!

“No!”

Mikey pouted up at his big brother, before an idea formed in his head. Letting his face smooth out, Mikey switched to his knees, straddling the hips of the brawler turtle. Slowly he untied the sweatshirt around his waist, sliding his hands up and down his thighs. 

“It’s gonna get frostbite and fall off,” he said with a smirk. “You wouldn’t want that to happen would you?”

Gently he thrust his hips towards Raph’s face. 

“Ain’t nothin’ fallin’ off ya damn drama queen,” Raph snorted in annoyance. “Just get a blanket.” 

Mikey frowned. 

“But those are all too big and hide the goods!” he said huffily. “They are unacceptable Peter Heaters!”

Raph stopped trying to push Mikey off his lap.

“Peter Heaters?”

“Yeah!” Mikey said excitedly. “Any good Peter Heater needs to represent the Peter it is heating!”

Raph stared as Mikey began to gesture wildly. 

“Like, mine would have to have all the bells and whistles for sure,” he said with a nod. “Something bright and colorful to match my personality. Probably orange. And yellow. Some blue too. Ooooh and some frills….with a tassel!”

At this point the youngest ninja was helicoptering his pelvis, rotating his imaginary tassel in the red-banded ninja’s face. With a grunt of irritation, Raph reached up and shoved Mikey’s plastron, knocking the gyrating ninja back as he stood up. Huffily, he started to walk away as Mikey hastily tried to right himself. 

“Raph, wait!” Mikey called. “What about-”

“Keep ya’self warm ya wingnut,” Raph growled. “I got betta things ta do.”

Mikey’s jaw hit the floor. 

“Better than sex?!”

As the big turtle kept walking away, Mikey narrowed his eyes in concentration. 

Challenge “Jump Raphie’s Bones,” accepted.

……………….

And so the next week Mikey found himself planning how he was going to get Raph into his bed. Or against a wall. Or on a table. You get the idea. 

Constantly Mikey would slink in the shadows, waiting to pounce. But Raph seemed to be employing every bit of ninja ability he had to avoid the horny younger turtle. Of course that wasn’t enough to deter Mikey…
Currently, Mikey was hiding under the knitted blanket on the couch. It was Sunday. More specifically it was Football Sunday. And Raph never missed Football Sunday. Patiently he waited. This was going to work like a charm!

Without warning, there was a change in pressure on the couch as someone sat down. Flipping the blanket off himself and onto his victim, Mikey began raining down kisses on green skin. The only problem with that was, Leo was not amused.

“Mikey! What the shell?!”

Mikey paused mid-kiss, his lips still puckered. Right at that moment, Raph burst out of his room, holding a small ball of fur by the scruff of its neck. One long strand of yellow yarn dangling from its mouth. 

“Mikey, keep ya damn cat outta my room!” he barked angrily. Of course he stopped just short of the couch once he saw the rather compromising position his brothers were in.  Dumping the cat on Mikey’s shoulders he abruptly turned around to get back to his room. 

“But Raph!,” Mikey called after him. “What about Football Sunday?”

Raph glanced back at the eager turtle. 

“Is that what they’re callin’ it now?” he asked with a smirk, before slamming his door shut.

Mikey groaned as he slumped fully on a now very irritated Leo. 

“Thanks a lot bro,” Mikey whined. “You ruined it.”

Mikey wasn’t exactly sure how he ended up on the floor, but he couldn’t miss the large green foot squishing his face. 

……….

Mikey stood in the corner of the weight room watching Raph lift the barbell over and over. The scene was SO tantalizing. In fact, why was he just standing here watching? There was something he wanted to try. 

“Need a spotter bro?”

Raph looked suspiciously at Mikey as he sauntered up behind his head, but didn’t tell him to leave. Mikey cheered internally. Progress! 

For the first few minutes Mikey dutifully spotted his brother. Spotted his bulging biceps, his thick thighs, and of course that barrel of a chest…what he wouldn’t give to run his hands up and down that glistening skin. 

And there was no way he was getting a foot in the face this time! Although…that gap in their toes… That could be one hell of a hand job…er foot job. And that left your hands free to do more fun stuff! Hmmm. Maaayyybeee….

Slowly Mikey began to squat low reaching one leg out along Raph’s side. Again, Mikey thanked whatever diety was out there for his flexibility. Lower and lower his pelvis came to Raph’s face, his toes now close enough to sensually run over Raph’s crotch.

The clank of the weights as Raph jerked in surprise was music to Mikey’s ears. 

“Mikey! Get the shell off me!”

Mikey kept up his foot job, feeling Raph’s impressive length beneath the material of his shorts. Rotating his hips slowly over Raph’s face, he smiled.

“Just stretching a bit Raphie. You know…warming up?”

The weight bar flew up forcing Mikey to stand straight or risk a rather hefty bruise on his chin. 

“Ya betta quit pullin’ this shit with me kid,” Raph threatened as he sat up and turned to face his younger brother. 

“Oh Raphie the only thing I want to be pulling right now is under those hot shorts of yours.”

Raph stood up as Mikey made a lunge for his waistband, holding the sex-crazed ninja back by his face. 

“Keep dreamin’ Mikey,” Raph said, before once again shoving Mikey back, making him trip over the weight bench. 

“You can’t hold out forever!” Mikey yelled at Raph’s retreating form. “You’ll be my Peter Heater eventually!”

Raph just kept walking to his bedroom closing the door behind him. But not before Klunk slipped out with a rather large clump of blue yarn in his mouth. 

Raph might as well be batting for the other team! Mikey thought petulantly. More pussy in his room than dicks, that’s for sure. 

……………..

Ok so maybe patrol wasn’t the best place to try and get a jump on Raph. Especially not while trying to fight off a gaggle of Foot ninjas. 

“I swear Raph, I didn’t mean to grab your ass! It was totally an accident!”

“Yeah right ya damn nympho!” Raph yelled, ducking a wide right swing from his opponent. “Ya did it on purpose!”

Mikey flipped away from an attacking ninja, whipping his nunchakus around in a deadly arc. 

“No way dude!” he shouted back. “Although I gotta say your ass is ROCK HARD man. Have you been working out?”

“FOCUS Shellhead!” 

Mikey barely had a moment to realize that the two streaks of gleaming metal streaking past his head was Raph’s two sais. Turning quickly, Mikey watched two ninjas fall to the ground, each knocked out by a flying sai. Turning back, was about to fire off another wisecrack when he noticed his brother was out of weapons and was facing another enemy!

“Raph!” he cried out.

Faster than Mikey could follow, Raph reached into his sidepockets and produced a long thin piece of metal which he swiftly embedded in the Foot Ninja’s leg. The ninja cried out, dropping his weapon. Swiftly Raph punched the wounded enemy in the face, knocking him out. Mikey stared hard. 

Raph looked at the rooftop and when he found no other threats, leaned down to the recently fallen ninja. With a quick yank he pulled the metal from the ninja’s leg, carefully wiping off the blood. It was then Mikey realized…it was a knitting needle. 

“Dude,” Mikey breathed. “You’re like a killer Martha Stewart!”

Raph snorted derisively before smacking Mikey upside the head. 

“Shut it ya dork.”

“Why do you have a knitting needle out here?” MIkey pressed, rubbing the back of his head gingerly. “Did Splinter make you go in the Hashi again?”

Raph whirled around and grabbed Mikey in a headlock. 

“I said drop it ya little brat!”

“Aaahh! Uncle! UNCLE!” 

Unceremoniously, Raph dropped Mikey on his ass on the rooftop. Of course as he stalked away, Mikey began plotting. Something weird was going on with Raph and he was going to find out. Or have sex trying!

……………………….

Ok so sneaking into Raph’s room was basically a death wish. The only one who ever really got away with it was Klunk, and that was because Raph had a soft spot for animals. Not for little brothers. 

Oh come on, Mikey thought to himself. It’s not like he’ll kill me…Maim. He’ll probably maim me. But I WILL find out what his deal is. Or at least get some Ninja Nookie!

Cautiously Mikey crept to Raph’s door looking around for anyone who would rat him out (literally in Splinter’s case). Thankfully the coast was clear, so slowly, Mikey opened the door. Immediately Klunk ran out of the room, trailing bright orange yarn somehow draped over his ears. 

Shaking his head, MIkey crept into the dark room, shutting the door softly behind him. Carefully the orange-banded ninja picked his way across the dark room, reaching for the bedside lamp, only to have big arms wrap around him, and pin him plastron-down on the bed, releasing a rather high pitched squeak. 

“What are ya doin’ in here Knucklehead?” Raph said, his deep accent rolling off his tongue. Mikey could feel Raph’s cock against his backside. Raph was naked. 

Mikey squirmed as he felt Raph’s hands start to teasingly run up and down his sides. The weight of the larger turtle pressing down on him made escape impossible. Not that Mikey wanted to go anywhere.

“Were ya gattin’ cold?”

“F-freezing,” Mikey stammered. 

Again Raph’s hands trailed down his sides, making him shiver in anticipation. 

“Then why don’t I help ya warm up,” Raph growled. Bringing himself up off the pinned turtle, Raph pulled Mikey up with him, holding Mikey’s shell against his chest. 

With a low moan Mikey melted into Raph’s hold, feeling soft lips suckling his neck, teeth gently nipping the skin. 

“Raphie…”

Gently Raph turned Mikey to face him, golden eyes blazing. Without a word he pushed Mikey’s chest until he fell onto the bed. Quickly Raph followed, hovering over the prone turtle. With one hand, Raph slid down Mikey’s plastron, nails catching on the small imperfections and nicks in the keratin. Mikey arched into the touch, panting. Lower and lower Raph went, until his hand slipped under Mikey’s waistband to his rapidly hardening dick. 

“Ah!”

Raph smirked as he traced Mikey’s penis before letting his other hand cup the back of Mikey’s neck, lifting him into a searing kiss. With the perfect pressure Raph gripped Mikey’s cock. Gently squeezing. Mikey’s head spun at the two intense sensations. 

“Oh god please…please Raphie,” Mikey begged, as he tried to breathe around the kiss. Lifting his hips in the hope of some much needed friction. 

Raph’s smile melted Mikey’s insides, and ever so slowly slid down Mikey’s plastron, bringing both hands to Mikey’s pants, slowly peeling them off the younger ninja. 

“Ya wanna be warm Mikey?” Raph asked lowly. 

“Yes, yes, please yes!” Mikey said staring down at the brawler with barely controlled lust. Raph leaned forward and slid Mikey’s mask sideways. 

“I’ll get ya warm,” Raph said quietly. Gently he pushed Mikey back until he was flat on the bed before leaning back to Mikey’s pelvis. Slowly he brought his tongue up Mikey’s shaft. The blindfolded ninja nearly came right then. He had been waiting so long! Again a wet stripe was painted up his cock, leaving him whimpering. Bringing his hands up, he suddenly found that both were being held by Raphael’s much larger hands. 

“Be patient Mike,” Raph chuckled before bringing his mouth down around Mikey’s dick. 

“AHA! OH GOD!” Mikey arched into the slick warmth. Mikey could barely hold back his cries of ecstasy. Raph’s tongue glided up and down his shaft, pulling in all the right ways as Raph sucked. 

But all too soon the warmth was gone, leaving his dick exposed to the cold air in the room. 
“R-Raphie?” he asked, his wrists still pinned by his side. 

Raph didn’t answer, but gently blew across Mikey’s slick shaft. 

“AH! Raph!” Mikey squirmed in the uncomfortable cold. 

Raph chuckled lowly, releasing Mikey’s wrists. 

“Just wait ya little nympho,” he said. “Got somethin’ for ya.”

Mikey listened as he heard what sounded like a light being switched on and a drawer opening. He had originally planned on taking Raph, but this was definitely not an unhappy turn of events. But rather than feel the cool slickness of lube at his opening like he was expecting, Mikey felt something soft and warm slide slowly over his dick. The descent had his cock twitching as the material teased him all the way down to his base. 

Suddenly he could see, as Raph removed his mask. Looking down, Mikey gasped in awe. There on his dick was the most garish, ridiculous, perfect Peter Heater he had ever seen. The green, yellow, blue, and orange yarn clashed horribly, filling out into a full frill at the base of his cock. Each fiber made his dick twitch with sensation, making the orange tassel at the end dance. Raph reached down, slowly sliding one hand down his creation. The feeling had Mikey throwing his head back in bliss, arching his hips off the bed. 

“Are ya warm now?” Raph asked with a sly grin.

Mikey tried to refocus his vision as Raph continued to stroke him through the material.

“H-How?”

“Ya wanted ta be warm yeah?” Raph said. Pulling up his other hand, Mikey could make out a tube of lube. “Now how about ya keep me warm?” 

Mikey nodded eagerly as Raph popped the cap of the tube. No one was cold that night.

……………….

The smile on Mikey’s face couldn’t be any bigger as he made his way from the bathroom with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t cold. 

But as he turned the corner to head to his room, Leo and Don both stopped in their tracks and stared.

“Mikey?” Leo asked. 

Mikey turned at Leo and beamed.

“What’s up bro?”

Both Leo and Don stared at the bright orange yarn that was peaking out from beneath the towel.

“What is that?”

Mikey glanced down before looking up again grinning. 

“That’s my Peter Heater!”

And as if to emphasize the revelation, Mikey swung his hips, making the yarn sway from side to side. Unfortunately this was too much temptation for Klunk.

“Ah! Wait! No! Bad Klunk! BAD Klunk! That tassel is not for you!”

Leo watched in utter bewilderment at his youngest brother being chased by his own cat around the lair. Turning to Don he hoped for some kind of explanation. 

Don looked at him and asked, “Peter Heater?”